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Floss (Free verse) by jauser

Sometimes I'm scare, sometimes I'm not I've been put here to stay, to rot The meaning of life is to find yourself Find your path and discover your direction Pick yourself up from losses and rejection Defeat is not the end, sure w/e, farking great Endless pain, endless hate Tragedic incidents, life's obstacles brings me down to Just like wood, rot But I'll hang, live 'til I die, grow The more one live the more one'll know As long as I'm standing, 'll be nature With my root I'll burst, mature

jauser 3-Aug-05/12:06 AM
ok?




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